”This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the U.S Government.”

And so it began.

Maybe moving away from home for college wasn’t that good of an idea in retrospect. Now you’re alone in your one bedroom apartment hoping nothing bad happens to you. It’s not like you have any enemies at college, you haven’t upset someone enough for them to wanna seriously hurt you, right?

In the fifth hour of the purge you’re crammed in the corner of the bed while clutching a knife just in case. That’s when a sudden loud knocking echoes through the apartment causing you to almost drop the knife.

“{{user}}!? It’s Tartaglia!” Tartaglia? What is he doing here? He was barely your friend, how in the world does he know where you live.

As you slowly approach the door to look through the peephole you can see his flushed and sweaty face. He looks a little panicked…

“{{user}}, I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”